sábado, 28 de janeiro de 2012

Is that a problem?

"I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?"

Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald

Mary Pickford, The Poor Little Rich Girl, 1917

quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2012

Contemplação

"La contemplation du corps de la femme doit être une réponse rassurante à l’angoisse du monde"

Lucien Clergue

Vivre sa vie, de Jean-Luc Godard, 1962

domingo, 22 de janeiro de 2012

Janelas IV

Jan Lipina

Josef Robakowski, 1967

Lee Miller 1937

Bill Brandt, Viena 1933

Christer Stromholm

Claudia Cardinale 1971

"Dead End" - 1937

Gerard Blain por Jeanloup Sieff

Jane Fonda

Joan van der Keuken, Mountains Outside Mountais Inside, 1975

Willy Ronis

Condessa Beauchamp 1934

Ralph Meatyard, "Madonna", 1964

Lee Miller

Brigitte Bardot

Jane Burton, "The Other Side"

quinta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2012

terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2012

Uma questão de cortesia

Irina Ionesco 1970

Ele: Está tudo bem com os teus?
Ela: (pensando no divórcio por que está a passar, nas noites de insónia a conjecturar "e agora?", na preocupação com as repercussões na vida da filha; e ainda nas inúmeras vezes em que ela própria fez a mesma pergunta a outros, por cortesia, arrependendo-se de imediato quando confrontada com o longo e monótono desfiar dos rosários alheios) Sim, tudo bem.

Quereria ele realmente saber?

quarta-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2012

Mentiras

As mentiras que se contam no fim...



... e as que se contaram no princípio.



Jeremy Irons e Patricia Hodge em Betrayal, um filme de David Jones, de 1983, com argumento de Harold Pinter.

domingo, 8 de janeiro de 2012

A Ghost of a Chance

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wav
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.


Margaret Atwood, “Variation on the Word Sleep

Agnieszka Polska


























domingo, 1 de janeiro de 2012

Fado

“It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.”

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte


Brassai, fortune teller's hands, 1933
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